“Drink, William! Drink every drop!” she commanded. I had no intention of obeying. I remember thinking, I won’t do it! I summoned all my willpower in an attempt to refuse. But she was strong, and I was weak. Compelled by her command, I lifted the glass to my mouth and took a sip. One taste and I was lost. Peter had been right—it was the most delicious liquid that had ever passed my lips. It was a mixture of two tastes: predominant was the sweetness of grapes, but that was perfectly balanced by something spicy that tingled on the tip of my tongue. As I drained the glass, I knew that I was almost completely under the witch’s control. My seventh-son powers had made me aware of the stink that showed the truth behind the appearance, but it was too late, and now it was over for both Peter and me. No sooner had I sucked up the last drop than the glass fell from my fingers and onto the grass at my feet.
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